They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
I hope for many reasons that this is true
As we both go our separate ways
We will see what this distance can do

Will it create anticipation of being reunited?
Have us counting down the seconds till we meet?
On each others minds for most of the day
Waiting on that day we once again become complete
Are you going to wait up because I promised to call?
Stay on the phone late trying not to yawn?
Not worried about going to sleep
The sun rises as we speak till dawn

Or will cause a schism better known as a division?
Delete the memories that were made?
Forget all the laughs and the smiles?
Cause all the feelings to slowly fade?
Will it change us from the people we used to be?
Act towards each other in a whole new way?
Our days wew once filled with sunshine;
Will it then turn to skies of gray?

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
I hope for many reasons that this is true
I don’t know if you will miss me
But I know I’ll be missing you

Sometimes it sucks being a breath of fresh air. You would think that by being different from the rest, different from the past, that you would have an easy time showing someone that you can be there for them. Oh, how mistaken you are.

Human nature makes us question new things. We are hesitant to try new things, too keen on attempting something that we know will fail or going back to a place we were never happy. It’s scary, even overwhelming to have something new thrust at you. You don’t know what to do with it because you’re not used to having things the way they are. Deep down, you always know that it’s better.

This has been my experience in life. I’m different from most guys in that I’m more of a romantic and I don’t tear people down. I am selfless most of the time. Accused of being “too nice” more times than I can count or bother to count.

Currently, I am being called “too good”. I don’t yell or argue. I let her set the pace of the conversation and no matter what is said, I am not affected in a way that makes her feel like she’s done something wrong. I feel like I am giving her the impression that she has to be perfect. I don’t want perfection, never did. I love her as she is and always will.